Wednesday, September 7, 2011

So I brought her home.Nurtured her. Fed her. Wrapped bandages around her wings and legs.

For once, my home was never empty.And I always had the urgency to go home soonerevery time I went for a walk,For I had no longer felt like I was in need of a longer walk no more.

I took a good care of her every day,sometimes too much.That I kind of felt like she was,trying to prove that, it is somehow strangling her,and suffocating,for not being able to fly,

even though I never intended to put her in a cage. Not at all.

And one day,I went for a longer walk.

Long enough that I somehow had forgotten to feed her.

And when I came back,she was lying on the floor,gasping for air.

So I did my best to revive herthough I did know what I was doing.Somehow she was ableto recover a little bit,by a shed of light that came through the window.

Long I pondered,before having a thought ofopening up the window,

and letting her fly in the open sky.

Because I know, one day she will fly back safely to home.

Home,wherever it may be.

And I will never ever regret,

albeit the fact that I am hurtingwondering what had happened;not a single day that I did not mourn.Not a single day that I did not went for a walk.Not a single day that I did not bleed every time I breathe.

Because she had left me a feather by the window,that will somehow shine as a relicto remind me everyday of the moment we had,was real.

And to give me strength to smile,to thinkThat she has flown, to find a sanctuary.

I will be patiently looking at the skies and in between the pleasant clouds,everyday.

you need to relearn on how to love everything that has happened, and to let it go.

Because, to love someone,is not to bail away,but to stay,not for the soul that used to wrap your skin like a duvet,but to stand, and take the chance to embrace the empty air with an open arms.

I have learned that,to holster the sword before a battle begin, does not mean a defeat.To yield the shield, does not mean that you're hopeless.I have learned that,the best defense is to strip down and bring yourself to your weakness,and learn to feel the strength that comes from within.

Because glory is always within those who are patient.

I have loved, truly loved a free spirit,but you can never expect to have it revolve around you,because every second,somehow holds the chance of it slipping away.

I have loved a broken winged bird,and I had bring her back to life,even for just few months,and I know, there will be a day,when it will somehow spread its wings and fly away.

I have loved a shape of cloud in the sky,a cloud, so beautiful, so tender andpleasant.But its a matter of time when the wind would blow it away.

I have withstood the lightnings, and I have survived a hurricane,That has stripped me completely.And I got nothing left to hold on to.But I know, at least I got nothing to clench.